My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 418

“Honey, actually I didn’t want to go through all that matchmaking either…”

Michael cut Sophia off before she could finish, his voice hushed. “I know.”

He already knew all about Old Master Fletcher’s meddling; every detail of it.

Old Master Fletcher should have gone doing some other geriatric activity since he was now old, so why did he still insist on pulling something like this?

Sophia had only been walking for a few minutes, but her face was already covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Several red bumps riddled her face, thanks to the mosquitoes.

The two of them continued onward, silent.

Michael didn’t blame Sophia for deliberately posting weird photos to her Instagram stories, and neither did Sophia remain angry about those scandalous rumors of Michael. The pair simply continued to walk quietly.

Sophia reached out to wrap an arm around Michael’s torso, but then she unwittingly felt a hard item in his trouser’s pocket. “What is this?”

Michael did not miss a beat as he answered, “The MP3 player I normally use for my nightly jogs.”

What era are we in? Who would still carry such a huge music player around? That’s very obviously a gun! Sophia mentally grumbled about that, but she didn’t expose his lies. Michael gripped her hand tightly, and the pair walked back together hand in hand, sweat dripping from their bodies.

Gary was busy tossing bags of various sizes into the trunk of the car by the garage when they reached the gate of No. 8. When he saw them approach the house, he called out to them. “Boss, Madam, Young Master Nate said that he wants to stay with Old Master Fletcher until the semester starts. He won’t be coming back until then.”

Nathan should really leave. If he stayed behind, he would most likely end up on the receiving end of a beating. What he did couldn’t be described as taunting a tiger anymore; he had practically poked the tiger in the eye!

Michael strode forward with large steps and swung open the car door to see Nathan sitting inside, a blank look on his face. Chrysanthemum the cat was in his arms, and in his hand was a tiny book with the title ‘How to Protect Yourself as a Minor’.

Sophia was unamused.

Seeing Nathan wielding the law to protect himself, Michael let out a laugh and reached a hand out.

Nathan brandished the book while backing away, his expression nonchalant as he calmly and forcefully stated, “It’s illegal to smack a child!”

Michael still reached over mercilessly to haul the ginger cat away. Then, he shut the door and said to Gary, “Go. Call me once you arrive at your destination.”

With that, Michael carried the ginger cat into the house without looking back at the car once.

Nathan immediately hid himself away when he reached the Fletcher Residence. Actually, he didn’t exactly like being at the Fletcher Residence. He typically would just stay a day or two whenever he had to stay over. Even his longest stay was only a few days long, and that was during the new year holidays.

Usually, there wouldn’t be any morning drills during the new year celebrations, but Old Master Fletcher would drag the boy out to run through some drills with the rest of the troops in the morning. So, Nathan wasn’t much better off hiding away at the Fletcher Residence.

Nathan Fletcher had really hurt Michael this time, considering how much Michael loved him. Even though Nathan was Michael’s adoptive son, Michael had thought of the boy as his own flesh and blood all these years, so the latter had truly never anticipated that.

The next day since Nathan left, Hale suddenly returned with a box of items in tow.

Seeing how busy Michael was in the living room since the morning started, Sophia looked for some wrapping paper to do the wrapping herself.

Then, she carefully wrapped up the box that Hale had brought back, adding a large pink bow as a finishing touch. She did this all by herself without allowing anyone to help her before sending Hale off with the newly-wrapped box.

She didn’t hear him utter a word throughout the entire process. Even though Sophia didn’t know what the box contained, Michael’s gaze was a little scary from the coldness that was radiating from it, his expression as sharp as a knife. It was only after Hale left with the box that she finally asked, “What was inside that box?”

Michael’s expression remained frosty as he answered, “The deep love I feel for my son.”